I can't believe it's not a meme!
Cheers muchly to the
mindless munkey for presenting me with a
Thinking Blogger Award.
You like me! Right now, you really like me!!
Here's how it plays:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.
I like to think all the blogs I link are think-worthy and generate much thought and rumination - but as this is a shameless popularity contest, I have to short-list 5. So:
1.
not a turtle: Byron, aka Mr Munkey, makes me think, but more importantly often makes me wet my pants in mirth. Which makes for embarrassing times at work but he's worth it.
2.
Raw Materials: Adrian hasn't blogged for a bit, and I hope this is rectified soon, as his writing is as elegant and eloquent as his thoughts.
3.
Bent My Wookie: There's no real way I can say this without sounding condescending, but here goes anyway: Jacob is wise far, far beyond his 18 years. Probably wise beyond my 2- years, in fact. He's even familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda.
4.
Sometimes blue: Superdrewby has some quality personal and political observations wedged between all the sweet, sweet flesh.
5.
comicstriphero: On par with Byron for laffs, but I also like to think of CSH as my queer spy in the nation's capital, doing her bit to bring down the Empire. Yeah, that's cool.
Yep, it's love on the interweb - in a non-Gaydar-cruising-on-a-Sunday-afternoon sorta way.
Labels: meme, thinking blogger award
Taggled
Hrm. It would be appear
I've been tagged. Which is kinda cool, as I couldn't really think of any shit to blog about today.
OK, 8 random things:
- When I was about 21 I once accidentally ran my Mazda into the back of a parked car, while slowly cruising the dark and narrow back streets of Mile End (Adelaide suburb) trying to find the numbers on a house at which I was to attend a party. Naturally, being a model citizen, I kept driving on without leaving a note and never told anybody about it...Erm, until now. Ooops.
- Around the same era I was an active member of the Australian Democrats, and also successfully ran for the position of Male Sexuality Officer at Adelaide University on a Unity (Labor Right) ticket. It's possible I'm actually a lot more right-wing than I think I am.
- I cannot for the life of me roll my tongue. This means I do a really average Scottish accent.
- I have occasional relapses of a condition known as pericarditis. The first time I had pericarditis I was 16, and was rushed by ambulance to a hospital in such excrutiating agony that I had to be morpheined up to high heaven (literally). The hospital told my parents and me that this condition is commonly associated with regular heroin usage. And having just come out to them a couple of weeks before, I guess it wasn't such a long stretch at the time for my folks to fear I was shooting up as well, so they asked me if I was. Nowadays, the condition is cured with a couple of Aspro Clears whenever I start to feel the heavy pressure in my chest.
- I like to refer sentimentally to 2005 as my 'Homewrecker Whore Year', in which I managed to sleep with six guys' boyfriends. Of those couples, three were open relationships, and three...umm...weren't.
- There are certain songs - by Mahler, Rachmaninov and Cold Play, among others - that will automatically and involuntarily bring goose bumps and tears to my eyes, no matter how many times I listen to them. Ditto, two scenes from ET: When Elliott's bike launches into space, and when Gertie gives ET the geranium. Typing about those scenes is making me water as we speak.
- There is a very select, exclusive list of women who could momentarily turn me straight for a few hours of debauched heterosexual perversion. The list includes, among others, Beyonce Knowles, Vanessa Williams, Natalie Bassingthwaighte, Michelle Yeoh, Emma Caulfield and Helen Mirren.
- McElhone Steps, the landmark steps from Victoria Street Potts Point down to Woolloomooloo over which my partner's apartment looks, are named after my ancestor, my great-great grandfather (I think) John McElhone. I think that has a nice circle of life vibe about it.
Hard part now, tagging bloggers who don't take themselves Oh So Very Seriously that they cannot do something as low-brow as a meme. That counts Dave out.
Hrm, OK then. Sam, comicstriphero, Byron, Claudia, Brownie, JahTeh and nash.
Labels: meme, personal
